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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Corey was already kneeling when I walked into the living room, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor running through his body. He was dressed precisely as I’d instructed: an old, faded t-shirt that was clearly too small for him, barely covering the lacy bra I’d made him wear underneath. His hair, usually neatly styled, was a mess, indicating he’d spent the morning cleaning my apartment, just as I’d ordered.

“Good morning, little piggy,” I purred, settling onto the plush velvet armchair opposite him. He swallowed hard, his eyes – wide and pleading – fixed on my designer slippers. “Good morning, Mistress.” His voice was raspy, laced with a familiar mix of shame and fervent eagerness. It was a sound I’d grown to enjoy, the sound of a man willingly surrendering his power, his dignity, his very livelihood. “Such a compliant sissyboy, aren’t you?” I let the words hang in the air, watching him flinch slightly, then visibly melt into the humiliation. “Have you been a good little finsub and followed my instructions to the letter?”

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gooner

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was on the laptop in lingerie, as usual. Today’s appointment had just logged on. He wasn’t anything special, not like some of the others who tried to project an air of mystery or charm. This one was just average. Beige. The kind of man you’d pass on the street and forget instantly. He called himself “Braveheart’ in the chat, which felt ironic given how timid his actual keystrokes felt. He wasn’t a high roller, but consistent. Enough to make the time worthwhile. He didn’t want much in terms of conversation, and the pictures he requested were merely a precursor, an hors d’oeuvre to the real meal.

What he truly craved, what he paid for, were the words. Not just any words, but those specific phrases, strung together just so, meticulously crafted and delivered with a precise cadence. The ones that unlocked something in him, a sort of mental key turning in a lock. “Get worse, loser.” I’d type them out because I didn’t need to see his face to know what was happening on his end. The slight delays in his replies,

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Lick those lips and prep those fingers, my little pervert piggy. Your pathetically throbbing erection is quivering in your hand, waiting for my divine command. Well, you got it. I allow you to continue your degrading self-pleasure.

Now, stroke that pinky prick with force, faster, faster you filthy worm! You know you’re nothing more than a set of balls and a dick for me to drain. Your only purpose in my presence is to make me money. You’re one of my top clients after all. I should be flattered, shouldn’t I?

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Baby, I wanna play hooky with you. Today, as I woke up and started my morning routine to head to work, all I could think about was crawling back under the warm covers and pulling you close to me. I yearned to feel your naked body pressed against mine, our hips and thighs intertwined as we breathed in the scent of our mixed perspiration.

I wanted to skip out on my responsibilities and obligations for a day, to spend it exploring every inch of your tantalizing skin instead. Thinking about running my fingers over your chiseled abs and up your strong arms. I longed to lock my lips with yours, plunging my tongue into your mouth to taste you deeply.

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Kevin

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

We all have those people in our lives—the ones who orbit our world, never quite landing, always just…there. And then there’s this guy. Let’s call him Kevin. (No offense to any Kevins out there, but it feels like a fitting name for this particular brand of awkward admirer.)

Kevin calls me sometimes. Not for anything important, mind you. Not for scintillating conversation or a shared intellectual pursuit. No, Kevin calls to…well, to put it delicately, “appreciate” my voice while “engaging” with me. Okay, fine, he goons. Actually, he’s your typical loser who pays me to pay attention to him while he goons over my photos because he can’t have someone like me in real life. It’s pathetic. There, I said it.

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Pay For My Pot Of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love it when payday falls around St. Patrick’s Day. It’s just so fitting. Legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures who like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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Mistress Is Waiting

Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Would you grow a fucking pair already? Your Mistress is waiting. We both know you stalk my blogs, just aching for another glimpse of my beautiful shaft. Stop jerking off to thoughts of what serving me would be like, and call me so I can guide you. Don’t you know Mistress knows best?

I know how you should be addressed and touched. I know what you desire and, more importantly, what you fucking deserve. Drop to your knees like the good worm I know you can be and slither your way over to my heels. Lift your credit card in offering and find release like no other when you relinquish your control over to me.

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456

Let’s get things started off right! I am new here yes but I was NOT born yesterday! I know what I’m doing; and seeing as bartending is my trade I have a keen eye on picking up the most subtle of hints. Listening to the woes of others has given me a superpower to be able to extract whatever information I want from someone. Something as simple as what they were caught up doing last night; or their bank account information to milk them dry like the best findoms in the world. Getting you to spill your deepest and dirtiest secrets is nothing to me.

Having you act on those thoughts of cock and cum is a game I just love to play. I will have you wrapped around my pretty little finger so tight you won’t know if your coming, going, or well cumming. I have my own little private room in the back of my bar that I like to have fun in with some more than willing and sometimes less than expectant guests. Continue reading “Started off right!” →

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Okay, let’s be clear about something. findom, or financial domination, is not necessarily what I would consider a “specialty”. However, I enjoy the calls I have done on it and I would like to do more.

So, I want to explain how I do findom calls, so all parties are comfortable.

First of all, when potential clients approach me in The Playroom claiming they want a $500.00 call in which I drain their balls and wallet; I am always shocked. Only because a lot of work and preparation goes into the findom calls I do, it’s usually not a call I take on a “whim”.

I’ll illustrate.

Findom calls are a lot of fun when things are set up in advance. Again, this ensures all parties are comfortable and consenting to everything they do.

Usually, I’ll get an email from a client (jemma@phonesexcandy.com) and they explain a little bit about what they are looking for. Then, we agree on a comfortable scenario and an appropriate time to call.

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Casino Shake Down

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My phone pinged as I made my rounds on the casino’s main floor. Table twenty-eight just hit it big. The casino hates nothing more than big winners on a lucky streak. That’s why they hired me. When a man wins a massive sum of money, and it appears like he may cash out and leave the hotel, they send me in. My objective is to seduce him into spending all of his winnings back in the casino.

I changed course and headed for twenty-eight. Intel was correct; he looked as if he was gathering his chips and getting ready to cash out to run home. Not on my watch. I slipped up beside him with a gentle smile and touched his shoulder. “Wow, congratulations, Sir. My name is Rita, and I’m from the hotel. They’ve asked me to show you to your complimentary room to congratulate you on your winnings. Join me?”

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